Bizarre Realm-Chapter 452 - 54: Time Spell! Full Firepower!_2

Shawn even saw Ms. Hecate’s three heads and three bodies.

But he wasn’t sure if the woman with three heads and three bodies named ’Hecate’ was still his current teacher, or if she was the Hecate of the previous generation, just like Shawn is the second generation ’Aemon’.

This was a failed attempt.

Someone once tried to open up the Human Pantheon with twelve Divine Duty Laws, but for some reason, they all became history. In other Crystal Wall Realms, numerous divine systems vary in strength and limitations due to civilization and social structure, but the core Divine Duty Laws remain unchanging.

In the Klein Celestial Universe, the commercial concept equates to powerful divine power because there are many star merchants piloting magic ships there, while in the Kingdom Celestial Universe, the Goddess of Wealth at her strongest only possessed medium divine power.

The natural concept in the Barbaric Celestial Domain once approached the level of a supreme god, whereas in the Kingdom Celestial Universe, Father of the Oak alone supports the primal nature.

Humans often give rise to the Love Divinity, which is of powerful divine strength, but some intelligent creatures in certain Crystal Wall Systems are hermaphroditic and lack the concept of love, thus naturally don’t condense the Love Divinity.

The situation is similar in the Bizarre Realm.

After the Old Era was destroyed, the commercial concept was undoubtedly abolished, and as knowledge awakened, laws of wisdom and art domains became sources of pollution, making any divine duty incapable of preparing to defeat the old impossible to condense laws.

Strictly speaking, the Bizarre Realm doesn’t have completely fixed Twelve Main Gods, nor fixed Twelve Mythical Paths.

The number ’twelve’ refers to twelve factors capable of condensing Divine Duty Laws and possessing all the necessary conditions to ascend to twelve ’powerful divine spirit’ gods.

This requires not only one’s own powerful strength but also the world’s evolution to support the condensation of Divine Duty Laws.

Someone might possess strong power, but if the world’s evolution cannot support the condensation of corresponding Conceptual Laws, it is impossible to truly grasp a Mythical Path. If the Bizarre Realm’s commerce flourishes to a certain extent, perhaps concepts like commerce, wealth, and trade would become a new Mythical Path.

However, if this Mythical Path truly condenses, its power might lean toward concepts of contract, domination, and trade.

Shawn’s figure halted at the entrance of the reading room. Suddenly, he turned back and asked, "What do you think is the essence of art?"

This question somewhat puzzled the others present.

Shawn continued to speak to himself: "I believe the essence of art is creation."

"So it originates from life, yet rises above life."

"There once was a painter named Otoli who possessed extraordinary inspiration. By chance, he glimpsed a hint of the madness hidden behind the world, so he painted everything he saw in an abstract manner. In the end, the painting became a phenomenon, driving everyone who saw it mad, with thousands eventually committing suicide because of it."

"So, what was infused with illusion, the painting itself?"

"Or the madness thought injected into the painting?"

The words fell.

Amidst a crisp sound upon landing, sharp blades fell with patches of bloodstained edges breaking and reassembling from knee position, replacing the feet, rusty tight pants resembling a gentleman’s shirt and jacket, and a wilted flower pinned at the collar.

—Blade Dancer [Unspeakable Illusory][Curse Spirit] (Challenge Level 25)?!

In front of Shawn, a figure crawled out of the painting and landed, slowly standing up, close to two meters tall, its wrists broken and two thin swords embedded.

The creature’s body twisted bit by bit, raising the tip of a blade-like foot with dancer-like flexibility, presenting a swastika-like posture, and then bowing slightly forward as if indicating to the audience, cutting off from the wrist the blood-stained blade embedded in flesh, very elegantly horizontal across the chest.

Everything around began to change.

With the shrill alarm of mysterious knowledge, the halls of the entire reading room faded into a patch of grayish-white like oil painting hues spreading around, even the walls, bookshelves, and candle flames became abstract at once, appearing like a casual doodle by some impoverished painter.

Reality became a painting.

All existing objects before the eyes gradually distorted into the doodles in the painting, the entire hall turned into a weathered, broken, filled with twisted bizarre lines oil painting.

"Reality law distortion detected!"

This is truly an illusory creation twisted by the art domain, stronger than the gray soil encountered before. Since the Blade Dancer appeared, this has become its main domain ’World in the Painting’.

This monster’s speed is so fast it can’t be captured by the naked eye; even with Spiritual Vision open, in Shawn’s field of vision, the Blade Dancer’s movement seems like Benjamin using a Holy Relic, jumping frame by frame, with several tens of meters covered in only two frames, abruptly appearing in front of Shawn, followed by the sharp blood-stained wrist blade stabbing toward Shawn’s heart.

Clang! 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The Slaughter Knife in the Butcher’s hand suddenly flew out, blocking the enemy attack before rotating back into his palm.

But the Blade Dancer’s assault did not cease, with four weapons on its body, two wrist blades embedded from elbow position, the legs cut off at the root, modified foot blades in a swastika form already slashing towards Shawn’s throat amid cold gleams.